An elderly Italian man went to his parish priest and asked if
the priest would hear his confession.
"Of course, my son," said the priest.
"Well, Father, at the beginning of World War Two, a
beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the Germans; I
hid her in my attic, and they never found her."
"That's a wonderful thing, my son, and nothing that you
need to confess," said the priest.
"It's worse, Father; I was weak, and told her that she had
to pay for rent of the attic with her sexual favors," continued the old
man.
"Well, it was a very difficult time, and you took a large
risk - you would have suffered terribly at their hands if the Germans had found
you hiding her; I know that God, in his wisdom and mercy, will balance the good
and the evil, and judge you kindly," said the priest.
"Thanks, Father," said the old man. "That's a
load off of my mind. Can I ask another question?"
"Of course, my son," said the priest.
The old man asked, "Do I have to tell her that the war is over?"
(Thanks, Billy!)